Novel & Cerita Basketball Dream

She quickly rinsed out the bowl in the sink, and then placed it and the spoon in the dishwasher. After showering, she moved into her bedroom to get dressed. She found a faded pair of jeans and a baseball jersey that her brother, Cade, had given her. Respectfully, she touched the jersey and her heart softened for her superstar brother who played for the Chicago Bullets. Cade had reached his dream of being a professional baseball player. Breanna was sure their parents smiled down from Heaven, knowing that Cade was very successful and happy.

He wondered. Even if it was a dream, he felt that everything in that dream was so real. He also still remembered how the bride looked. She had long black wavy hair and also beautiful grey eyes. Then he talked to himself, "Will she be my bride? Was the dream a vision of my future like my others' dream?" Daniel was happy for that dream because he hoped that he could get married at the age of 23. It implied that he still had two years left to find his bride.

"I'm not wasting anything. I'm helping you." "I didn't say that," she said gently. "But you can help me and still do more. You were born to do more." That night, over chipped mugs of tea, Mateo echoed her words. "You've got something in you, Jana. Something fierce. Like those women on the news who change laws and scare senators." I snorted. "I don't even have my diploma." "You will," he said. "If you want it." And I did.

My brother. I straightened. "Sorry, I have to take this. It's Liam–probably updating me on his cast or how mother has already signed him up for therapy." I rose and stepped away from the gazebo, the garden path curling ahead as I pressed the phone to my ear.

It was basketball, not military training. So, finally, here I am. On the court. Half naked, even though my body is sexy as fuck, but still. My dignity. I go get the ball, ignoring the snickers from the others. I'm sleep deprived and my finger is still throbbing. Prolly going to go numb soon. I bounce it and aim to throw it into the net. That doesn't fucking work, because I fall. I slip on someone's sweat and fall right on it. "Matheos 2, stop the games and fucking shoot this ball. And they said you're talented like your brother."

Nobody in my memory matched him at all. Then one night, after yet another late shift, I was scrolling through my phone like a zombie when a pop-up appeared out of nowhere. It had a cheap glittering border, the whole nine yards, a classic bottom-of-the-barrel web ad. It was for some app I had never heard of called Astra. I was about to close it when my finger froze in midair for three full seconds. The model on the landing page looked exactly like the man from my dreams. I could not bring myself to close it. Instead, I kept reading.

But instead, she asked, “Really? Artimous died?” I giggled then went on explaining my dream. I expressed every emotion I had felt in it and the emotion and movement that Laylan had felt and made. As I finished the boys rounded the corner into the room. Mitchell heard me say the name Daemon and his tan face twisted in shock. “What? Are you saying you had a dream about Daemon, too? Veda has always dreamed of him though she never really says much about it. Who is this guy? I mean what are the odds that you both would be having dreams about two guys with the same name.” He looked first at me then to Veda and finally over to Josh, who had already taken a seat in his usual recliner.

Jack said. "Since I was young I used to like to play basketball it's in my bloodstream I would like to represent my country in my national team" "Angela said you look beautiful and also very sexy as always," Jack said. Nelly sally and Ruth looked at them as they approach the basketball court already joy had arrived waiting for them assembled several balls around the center of the court the players knew that it was time for them to learn how to shoot from different directions the players went and assembled at the center of the court Angela a was to lead them to shoot in turns while Joy and jack sat on the bench Derrick rushed to meet Joy.

Whatever happens, we face it together. Relief washed over Levi instantly. He grinned like an overjoyed puppy, curling into my arms before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against my lips. That night, I had a dream. I saw myself being dragged back to the Grant family estate. Silas had prepared a wedding gown for me, forcing me into a marriage I didn't want. Vivian sat in a chair with an eerie smile. My hands were tied, so my struggles were useless. Despair settled deep in my chest—I could already see the miserable fate awaiting me.

“It’s a lie. You’re joking. Who doesn’t know Kent? The most popular young basketballer from Grammie high-school.” “Hmm. nice.” I replied nonchalantly. Bella blew at her face with her finger. “Tell me I’m dreaming.” I narrowed my eyes on her. I was more than glad to knock her out of her delusion. I pinched her by her sides and she jumped. “No, you’re not dreaming.” I laughed as she frowned. “You–” she was about to come out, but an announcement was made that the game was starting in the next two minutes. Her attention was shifted and she sat quickly, waiting for the game.